Teenage Years

It's hard being the teenage daughter of Harry Styles, one of the members of one of the most popular bands on the planet, and Emma Styles knows it all too well. Emma's been in the spotlight all her life, but now that she's a teenager, photographers and everyone at school won't let her have a moment's peace. On top of all that, Emma has a really big crush on her Irish uncle Niall, something that her dad's bound to find out, and when he does, all hell breaks loose. And what happens when Emma accidentally discovers that her mom and her uncle Liam used to have a thing going on all those years ago? Daddy's good girl goes bad. ~ Book 3 in The Rebound Girl series. ~ Please note that I don’t encourage this kind of relationship and that this fanfic is for entertainment only.


5. The Car Ride

I looked myself in my bedroom’s full length mirror. Long lashes, thick tongues of black eyeliner, hot pink lips. My hair was loose and messy, and I had put on my pink converse, a pair of blue jeans and one of Mom’s band t shirts. She had it since she was a teenager. It was white, but had a pair of big red lips in the front, and it said: These lips belong to someone else. Mom was leaning on my door, hugging herself.

‘You look a lot like your Dad, Em, but you remind me of myself when I was younger,’ Mom said, smiling.

‘Really?’ I asked, grabbing my bag. Mom nodded. She was still smiling. She never really talked about her past, so, I often wondered what she was hiding from Eddie and me. Then, Dad and Jimmy were heard laughing loudly from downstairs and I rolled my eyes. ‘Is Dad still talking with Jimmy?’ I asked, wrinkling my nose.

‘Well, you know your Dad. He gets along well with everyone,’ Mom replied and I groaned inwardly. That was true, Dad did get along well with everyone, but I really didn’t want him getting so well along with Jimmy. Mom must have read my mind, because, she asked, ‘Don’t you like Jimmy, darling?’

‘I don’t!’ I replied. ‘But I have to spend a whole afternoon with him.’

Mom studied me for a moment. Then, she said, ‘I think you like him a little bit.’

What?’ I squealed. ‘NO! No - I - don’t! I mean, pfft! That’s crazy! I really don’t!’

Mom kept smiling, annoying the life out of me. ‘Okay,’ she said. ‘But be careful, honey. That boy’s bad.’

‘Mom, relax, I don’t like him, okay?’ I told her.

‘Who’s the boy that you like, then?’ Mom asked. ‘Because, I know you’re in love, baby.’

Was it that obvious, then? Yes, I was in love. But it wasn’t with a boy. It was with a man. ‘I’m going to be late, mom,’ I said, not answering her question, and she sighed.

‘Fine,’ Mom said, and then, we both went downstairs. Dad and Jimmy were standing by the front door, talking and laughing, but when Jimmy saw me, he fell quiet. He looked me up and down, and when his eyes fell on my t shirt, he grinned, lifting an eyebrow at me. ‘Shall we?’ I asked him dully, opening the door, and he nodded.

‘It was an honor meeting you, Mr. Styles. I’m a big fan of One Direction,’ Jimmy said all polite and I glared at him. At that moment, I had the strongest urge to kick the little liar on the butt.

But Dad distracted me. He took my face into his hands, kissed my forehead and said, ‘Have fun, sweetheart. Niall and Dalia are out in his car waiting. He came to pick the two of you up, since it took you almost an hour to get ready.’

I nodded. ‘Okay, daddy, I’ll see you, tonight.’

While Jimmy and I walked from the house to uncle Niall’s car, he said, ‘I like your t shirt.’

‘Thanks,’ I mumbled, climbing in the backseat. Jimmy climbed in after me. Uncle Niall pulled out onto the street and we were on our way.

‘Does it always take you so long to get ready, Emma?’ Dalia asked from the passenger seat. She was being all posh and proud, sitting next to my uncle Niall.

‘Actually, it usually takes me about two hours,’ I replied, glaring at the back of her head.

‘Wow,’ Jimmy said, chuckling.

‘You’re a beautiful girl, angel,’ uncle Niall said, looking at me through the rearview mirror. ‘You shouldn’t waste hours getting ready, because, you’re beautiful just the way you are.’

‘Thanks, uncle Niall,’ I murmured, looking at my knees. Dalia’s lip curled, she was jealous, while Jimmy looked at uncle Niall suspiciously. Dalia’s phone rang, and when she answered, the rest of us fell silent. As uncle Niall drove on, I looked outside the window, but I could feel Jimmy’s eyes on me. He was staring at me. He was eating me up with his eyes. Uncle Niall noticed through the rearview mirror and he cleared his throat to distract him. But Jimmy didn’t take his eyes away from me and Niall glared.

‘So, Jimmy,’ Niall began, demanding Jimmy’s attention, and the bad boy finally looked away from me. Niall went on, ‘Are you going away to college when you finish school? What are you going to study?’

‘Nah,’ Jimmy replied. ‘Once I’m done with school, I’m going to travel around Europe for a year, and then, I’m going to be a motocross rider.’

My eyes widened. ‘A motocross rider?’ I asked, looking at Jimmy’s face, blinking. Niall frowned. He wasn’t happy with how I had reacted. He wasn’t happy that I was giving Jimmy the time of day.

‘Yes, babe,’ Jimmy replied, grinning. Niall’s lip curled when Jimmy called me ‘babe.’ Jimmy went on, ‘I’m already building a motorbike in my garage.’

My eyebrows flew up. ‘Oh, wow.’ Was I taken with Jimmy? But why was I taken with him? So, I yelled at myself in my head, Emma focus! He’s your freaking bully!

‘You should come by my house sometime,’ Jimmy told me with a cute half smile. ‘You can help me with the tools and stuff.’

I parted my lips to reply, but Niall replied for me, ‘She’ll have to ask her parents first.’ Niall sounded so strict, so, I bit my lower lip, hiding a smile. He was looking out for me, which was really sweet of him.

‘I just met Mr. Styles,’ Jimmy said. ‘He’s a really cool guy.’

‘Yeah, of course he is,’ Niall muttered, gripping the wheel until his knuckles turned white. Niall saw right through Jimmy’s little act. Niall understood that Jimmy was pretending and that all Jimmy wanted was to get closer to me.

Once we reached the funfair and we all got out of the car, Niall said, ‘Dalia, you and Jimmy go ahead. I need to talk to Emma for a moment. We’ll catch up with you in a while.’

Dalia didn’t seem to like the sound of that, but she nodded and walked toward the masses of people that had come to the funfair.

‘I’ll see you soon, babe,’ Jimmy told me with a wink, following his aunt.

I rolled my eyes, turning my back to him, and I focused on my uncle Niall. ‘What’s up, uncle Nialler?’ I asked, smiling big.

‘Angel,’ Niall said softly, looking at my face. ‘I don’t like Jimmy. He’s bad.’

‘Oh, I know, uncle Niall. Don’t worry. I don’t like him either. Actually, I don't like him at all,’ I said sincerely.

‘It doesn’t look that way to me, angel,’ Niall insisted.

‘Uncle Niall,’ I began, staring into his bright blue eyes. ‘Don’t you remember what I did last night? I kissed you and told you that I love you.’ My eyes filled with tears and my voice was shaking. ‘Have you forgotten already?’

Niall pulled me into a tight bear hug. ‘No, angel, of course not,’ he said, sighing into my hair. ‘And we’ll need to talk about that at some point. But a relationship between us is impossible. I used to change your diaper, Emma. I used to babysit you.’

‘But that was when I was a baby, uncle Niall. I’m sixteen now,’ I persuaded, clutching his white shirt, pressing my cheek against his chest. His heart raced. Was it because of me? Niall grabbed my arms and carefully pulled away. There were a few inches between us now. I lifted my eyes up, meeting his big blue ones.

‘I’m your uncle, Emma,’ Niall said, attempting to talk some sense into me.

‘You’re not my real uncle, Niall,’ I replied, tempting him. I had never called him only by his first name before and it sounded really nice in my ears.

Niall abruptly let me go, stepped back and ran his hands through his blond hair. ‘Don’t do this to me, angel, please,’ he begged.

‘Am I not allowed to say your name?’ I asked, hurt. But then, I said childishly, ‘Niall, Niall, Niall!’

Stop it,’ Niall barked, and I gasped, jolting.

‘You’ve never yelled at me before,’ I told him, trying hard not to let the tears fall out.

‘I’m sorry, angel. I didn’t mean to,’ Niall said, coming closer, but I stepped back.

‘You’re a thirty five year old man, but you look like a scared little boy to me right now,’ I told him, and then, I ran away.

‘Emma, wait,’ Niall shouted desperately, but I didn’t look back and went to the funfair alone.

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